Yes, back to the daily grind… School, Fite Nite, work, fraternity. I can’t wait for this semester to be over!

Two things have happened twice in the last two nights (see a pattern?), one of which is unusual, but the other not; I haven’t been to bed before 4am and I’ve had phone conversations that lasted longer than five minutes. Two to three hours, in fact. (Amazing, I know.) The subject(s) of conversation? Ahh, that is the question, isn’t it now.

Three new poems, none of which you will read. And the quote of the day:

Maybe I’m really not the solid rock that I’ve always been. Maybe, just maybe, I’m f***ed up too, just like you.

Good day.